Raven Renée

Monkeys can learn to use money. Capuchins that were taught to exchange silver discs for treats began budgeting for foods they liked, buying more of something when the price dropped, and started gambling. Eventually, there was an incident where ‘money’ was stolen, and the rich monkeys even figured out they could pay each other for sex. Source Source 2

Kids who are rejected by their dads are more likely to have social anxiety. Studies show children with heterosexual parents face increased loneliness when they’re rejected by either parent, but only rejection by their fathers leads to lasting social anxiety and difficulty forming friendships. Source Source 2

Researchers say the ‘Elf on the Shelf’ sends a negative message to kids, because an elf that’s always watching but never interacting with them teaches them to accept a surveillance state. It can also be really confusing because it’s the only toy they have that can’t be touched or played with. Source Source 2

Hot chocolate tastes better in an orange cup. The color of the container you’re drinking from highly influences the way you think your drink tastes or how strong it is. Studies show people prefer hot chocolate when they drink it from cups that are orange or cream colored compared to drinking out of red or white cups, and the color of your cup can also influence how strong you think your coffee is. Source Source 2

After a snowfall, people used to say it ‘snew.’ Today, most people say it ‘snowed,’ but both are technically correct. Source Source 2 Source 3

There’s a statue in Poland that turns into Darth Vader when it snows.  The statue is actually a dedication to the town’s founder, Jakub Wejher, who died in a mining accident almost 400 years ago. Source Source 2 Source 3

~ KA ~ December 27, 2018 ~ ~ Painting: Kaleidoscope of Love by Leonid Afremov ~

its called “evolution”, just because its there doesnt mean its useful or wanted.

When a rose in the frost is quite divine

Okay well first thing is first, I do not trust. I do not deal with drama. I do not deal with immature bitches, AND I WONT beat around the bush. When I was little I was molested, when I say little I mean like 2 or 3. When I was a little older I got molested by my babysitter, sadly I like in the same town as that family now :/ When my mom finally got remarried the abuse started again. My moms new husband was nice in the beginning, but that didn’t last.He became verbally, mentally, and physically abusive. Then about my 7th grade year, he started becoming sexually abusive. My stepdad the only father figure I knew, decided to molest me. No I didn’t tell my mom because he drilled it in that no one would believe me, and my mom would choose him. That went on til about my freshman year. I became a pill popper and a cutter/scratcher. Most of the boyfriend I’ve ever had had been abusive either verbally, mentally, or physically. I can sadly say I kinda got used to it. When I was 15 I was in another abusive relationship. No one could tell it was abusive like normal but things moved fast. In 4 months we were “promised, and basically engaged” Well he had a birthday party, and thats when my life started to become shitty. SO somethings happened and then ultimately I got raped. I got pregnant from this rape, and so thats the setup of the story. After I got pregnant with Draven I woke up and dumped Jason, so glad I did. Turns out he was cheating on me all the time! :/ Anyways he, his family (I mean ALL his family), and his friends harassed me, throughout the entire pregnancy, which at 15-16 had A TON of complications. Ultimately Draven Nicholas Charles Cubbage was born on October 15, 2008 at 11:11PM, 5lbs 4oz. He was as healthy as a preemie can be, and since the guy that raped me had family in the hospital, and paid off the doctors and nurses, they knew he was born. At about 9AM the day after Draven was born I had SRS in my hospital room questioning me. He wasn’t even a day old! Draven stayed in the hospital for a month because he had jaundice. I had several encounters with the nurses and the doctor that wasn’t nice at all. Ultimately after Draven was released for jaundice and then he got pneumonia. Long story short there were lots of drama with SRS and false abuse calls. Draven got a broken rib from the pneumonia….that was a bad day all on it’s own…and VERY scary! Anyways, ultimately Draven got taken from my home and placed in foster care. THE SRS AND THE STATE SYSTEM IS FUCKED UP! We both had visitation to Draven and the court said that we had to drug test. The court said whoever popped positive for-fitted their rights. They drug tested the guy twice and he popped twice, they tested me EVERY time and I NEVER popped once (He was on probation for selling crystal meth). Then they told me if I was to leave my mothers house I would be able to keep my son. Why would I leave my loving home?! Yes, we have issues but who doesn’t?! Anyways, on Mother’s Day of 2009 I got the call that my son was out of foster care and living with the rapist. That broke my heart and forever ruined the holiday for me. I had to go to court and fight abuse charges when I’m one of the nicest people in the world. I have only become a bitch after this situation took pace. Anyways back to the story. I was forced to sign over my right to my son in May of 2010, and the rapist’s family was able to adopt him. It turns out that his mom told his probation officer that she told him to get me pregnant because she couldn’t have anymore kids. She adopted him, and they renamed him Maximus James Wehry. Whenever I go into the next town over I end up running into someone related to them, or Her and my son. He will always be Draven, and I will always love him. I don’t leave my house, because she likes to rub in that she has my son, likes to play look what I got and you lost. I’m tired of it, and it makes me a big bitch. I’m sorry if I take it out on you people, but this is why. This is my story, and this is why I am the way I am. I think I’m fairly strong, but to one is his own. I also forgot to add that…. In 4th grade I struggled with food, and I wasn’t really bad at anorexia where people noticed, but they did notice that I wouldn’t eat. I still have days I won’t eat, but thats something that might stay with me forever. Also I didn’t add in that I have been called names, bullied, and pushed around since Kindergarten. I started school in BES (Burns Elementary School) the first day of Kindergarten I was called Raisin Radish Cabbage Sandwich (Raven Renee Cubbage-Sanchez), I got pushed down and put down all through Kindergarten through third grade when I changed to a Wichita school. In the third grade I moved to Funston (sp?) Elementary, my teacher Mrs. Young actually put me down quite a few times, and made me feel worthless. I had really REALLY bad penmanship and well I was always day dreaming, I get bored easily, what can I say.?! Also in third grade I had my first boyfrend, and because I was made fun of by kids, he stuck up for me, but then started in with the name calling after we broke up, even thought we never went on a date I guess it was “dating” because we held hands at recess, LOL. In forth grade I moved to Muller Elementary, I loved my teacher Mr. Dilsaver, it was the most amazing class ever. I got picked on A TON though, but it was mostly older kids. I went on my first date with my boyfriend (we dated the entire year, and he recently found me on facebook and apologized for treating me like crap) I didn’t think he was that bad of a boyfriend, but whatever, I was in the forth grade. My mom got married and I got a step-sister and a step-brother out of the deal. We then moved to Towanda, and I went to Towanda Intermediate school thats where the problems once again started. I didn’t have problems til my then step-sister decided to tell everyone I beat her face into the bathroom sink, and if you know me I wouldn’t hurt anyone. Then people started calling me names, and they thought I was stupid and mean. By the time I got into sixth grade nothing had really changed, except this girl, who was a year younger than me. She came up to me one day and called me a slut, then everything changed for the worst. Because of her everyone decided I was a slut and a whore from sixth grade until my eighth grade year when I finally moved from Circle School district. During that time I had a confrontation with this girl and all her friends as they came up to me at a high school football game, and surrounded me and taunted me, I being in fear they were going to hurt me (even though they were younger than me, there were like 5-7 of them against me) I started calling them names and I threatened to hit them if they didn’t disperse. Then I ran around begging random strangers to let me use their phones so I could call my mom. Also after I ran from them wile I was trying to get a phone to call my mom the leader of the girls’ mom grabbed me and threatened to “kick my ass” if I ever talked to her daughter again, she literally grabbed me b pulling my hair and then swinging me to face her by grabbing my shoulders. I was so scared I almost wet my pants, I don’t remember crying so hard. Since no one saw it, the police that were there said they couldn’t do a thing about it. Then when I transferred school districts to El Dorado, not because I lived there, but because I REFUSED to go back to Circle. My freshman year was an okay year to begin with, we found out that a guy my family (was at one time) friends with his family went to El Dorado as well. Well he decided to one day after musical practice take me into a dar hall close to the doors because he wanted to show me something, me being trusting went with him. Then he proceeded to attempt to rape be, but I got away, then I got a call from the police department to come down to the station because the guy was trying to press rape charges against me. This guy is huge he’s a giant compared to my 5'2" stature, he’s like 6'5" or something, the cop laughed and said there was no way that he could get the charges brought against me. Not only that the principal had a talk with me and told me to stay away from him since I tried to rape him on campus after school hours, and then I caught him in his own lie and well the principal just shook it off. He ended up leaving the next year I think, maybe a couple years later. Anyways, that destroyed any chance of having a new reputation because half the kids thought I was a slut or whore once again, but that didn’t bother me because well I had put up with it for so long. My sophomore year started out well and well I met the guy in the story, and by the end of my sophomore year I was pregnant with my son. My junior year (the beginning of it) I went to Encore so I could finish (well try to) and get caught up on credits after having my son. Well the guys cousin was there and still she taunted me, and well I got kicked out of that program because I didn’t finish enough credits on time, and I went back to El Dorado, thats when the rumors started about me beating my baby, and being a child abuser. Well I got through that year (barely). And then all summer we dealt with the court happenings with my son. So senior year starts, they end up sticking me in a ton of classes with that guy (the father of the baby), and all he would do was show off pictures and start riots and arguments about me being a bad mother. I asked the counselor to change my classes but I needed the (junior) classes to graduate, I asked if they could change his around and they said no because he was a junior. I even went to the principal that said she couldn’t’ do anything about it because their hands were tied, the school knew everything because his parents were friends of the staff. Also an incident happened in Government, where we were talking about how things were immoral, and my topic was child abuse, and then someone popped off “if you’re so against it, ten why did you beat your baby” so many people laughed and agreed I was one, finally the teacher stopped it. I was so sick of being called a child abuser and I missed so much school my mom finally said why don’t you just drop out, so thats what I did 2 months into my senior year I dropped out, I had 4 -6 credits to finish. A lot of my teachers said I wouldn’t make much of my life after I dropped out, and well I really haven’t yet, but I swore to all of them I will get my diploma! I can’t even go to Wal*mart without someone calling me a child abuser, I’m so sick of it. People I don’t even know are doing it, and it angers me. My son gets rubbed in my face and I’m told it’s all karma, and I’m not a bad person, I’m just fed up of taking it all. I normally just take everything they say and then try to live life, but it’s really hard. But that’s my story (basically everything).

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